I spent a long-ass time trying to work out why a bunch of randos, dressed in generic national costumes like when '80s Saturday morning cartoons tried to be diverse, would be eco-fascists who want to oppress the indigenous Irish. I actually almost thought it was a racist joke about how England isn’t as white as it used to be.
Bro he literally almost scrolled past this 🫢
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through the magic of Google Groups we can even laugh at sports fans’ forgotten shit takes they posted to Usenet 40(!) years ago:
Funny you should mention that, I found a particularly cringeworthy forum thread featuring child millenials lying about being badasses from back in 2005, and through the magic of Google Groups we can even laugh at sports fans’ forgotten shit takes they posted to Usenet 40(!) years ago:
Also, we were were cringeworthy than they are now. I was there in the late '90s and the early 2000s. I remember the forum posts, the livejournal drama, the unfunny memes, the rise of MySpace. The Xanga sites alone were far more cringeworthy than Tumblr ever was, even if you ignore the underage nudes AND early 2000s fanfiction that people posted on their Xanga pages it was still worse. At least zoomers don’t have emo hair and post about their angst in the form of shitty poetry with handles like xXx_darkbl4de_st0rmwind_xXx, and those of us born in the mid '80s through the early '90s cannot always say the same.
This would be better than what they currently do, which is just upsetting. For example, let’s make a water-type panda Pokémon:
or
3. somebody’s blue panda fursona with Pixar mom hips and a bust with a fur tuft on it
Daily reminder of the “human pet” freak rant
Those taste simultaneously delicious and highly carcinogenic.
Your reading comprehension is terrible. You need to calm down.
This implies that Indiana is a land of fertile farmland and rich culture, which is an even more fantastical idea than Michgan moving to the mediterranean
Don’t worry about me, worry about the Burger King employee who “forgot” my Zesty sauce.
I just use lemmy.blahaj.zone as a Brave home screen app
And the best part is that you get to support Brave by mining cryptocurrency for them whenever you use it
I don’t know kid, I don’t think you have the balls to be part of our group, we’re not like everyone else, we’re special, we’re… edgy memelords. You see, kid, you’ve been raised in what we like to call the “normie-sphere”, where the memes are harmless, they’re mere comical observations of our daily lifestyles, they take no risks. In our group we take risks everyday, our humor knows no limits, we’ll make fun of everyone and everything! The Holocaust, the 9/11 attacks, Harambe… yeah, that’s right, we even make jokes about that gorilla who was shot, isn’t that insensitive? We don’t care, though. We feel no sympathy anymore, our hearts are cold and our souls are dark, there’s a void in my body that can only be filled with memes, DARK memes. You know, sometimes I wish I was normal, I wish I could laugh at these normie-tier memes, be an ordinary person for once… But I know that will never happen. My mind has been exposed to so many school shooting jokes and self-deprecation humor that I have become desensitized to plebeian entertainment. Kid, consider carefully if you really want to be one of us, there’s too much at stake, once you’re in you can never go back, NEVER.
I was attracted by it in the beginning because they were talking about things I was interested in: somebody who had personal relationships with game journalists was given good reviews for their shitty game, certain sanctioned video game sites appeared to be forming anti-competition cartels to eliminate up-and-comers, publishers were clearly trying to capture/recuperate the consumer reporting industry with review embargoes and sponsored reviews, etc. To me, the big looming questions were stuff like “can journalism ethically report on the industry they sell ad space to?” and “was it an isolated instance that Jeff Gerstmann got fired from Gamespot over his review of Kane & Lynch, or was it a symptom of a widespread culture of bought-and-paid-for review scores?”.
And then I checked out what other people were worried about, and it was brain-meltingly stupid. And I don’t just mean the eternal dogpiling on Zoe Quinn long after it had become apparent that she was a relatively minor player in amuch larger game. They became obsessed with nobodies like Anita Sarkisian and other agitprop “internet personalities” on both sides, all of whom seemed exclusively concerned with clout chasing. It became a massive glut of creepy stalking, neofascism, and eventually flopped around till it landed on Red Pill shit.
It all accomplished nothing except poisoning the phrase “ethics in gaming journalism”, when industry and special-interest capture of journalism is a threat in all sectors, not even just entertainment. And that’s not even mentioning the anti-competitive practices in the industry itself—imagine if a film rewiewer got blackballed from every major publication in their entire industry because they gave an Avengers movie 2 stars. Now bringing that up associates you with neo-nazis. Thanks gamergaters, thanks for the mulitple times I’ve been accused of being alt-right for saying Kotaku sucks.
Damn, I really thought I was spelling it out, too.
Maybe some people don’t want to dismantle gender norms or the patriarchy, though. Perhaps instead they want to become someone who is oppressed by the patriarchy. Like, just speculating, maybe they want to be completely submissive and borderline airheaded, and be dressed in tighty, girly clothes, wearing lots of makeup and expensive hardos. Maybe they just want to have bleach-blonde hair and be completely and totally bimboified and have massive tits that can’t stay in the apron I wear in the kitchen.
How do they do it on your planet?